Bigfoot Explores the Big E Fair in Springfield, Massachusetts
Bigfoot Hears About the Fair
Deep in the forests of New England, Bigfoot — or Sasquatch, as some called him — sat by a stream, dipping his big, furry toes into the cool water. Birds chirped, squirrels scurried, and the smell of pine filled the air. But today, something was different. Bigfoot’s sharp ears picked up the sound of laughter, music, and a voice over a loudspeaker.
“Come one, come all to the Big E Fair in Springfield, Massachusetts!” the voice shouted, carried on the wind.
Bigfoot tilted his head. He had heard legends of this place from passing travelers. They said the Eastern States Exposition, called the Big E, was the biggest fair in all of New England — with rides, food, animals, and people from all over.
Bigfoot’s stomach rumbled. He loved berries, nuts, and the occasional fish, but he had heard rumors of something magical at fairs: fried dough, cotton candy, corn dogs, and maple treats.
“I must see this Big E Fair for myself,” he rumbled in his deep, friendly voice.
A Cryptid in Springfield
Traveling at night, Bigfoot made his way through the forests, past sleepy towns, until he reached Springfield, Massachusetts. The city lights dazzled him. For a cryptid used to the quiet woods, neon signs and glowing streetlamps were like a new kind of starlight.
He found the fairgrounds, already alive with laughter and music. Colorful lights blinked on the Ferris wheel. Children clutched balloons shaped like animals. The smell of fried food wafted through the air.
Bigfoot’s heart raced. He was excited, but also nervous. Would people run away screaming if they saw him? Would they think he was just a costume?
To his surprise, as he lumbered toward the gates, a group of kids pointed and shouted:
“Wow! Look at that Bigfoot costume! It’s so real!”
Bigfoot smiled. For once, being mistaken for a fair attraction worked in his favor.
The Avenue of States
The first place Bigfoot wandered into was the Avenue of States, where each New England state had its own building showcasing local food and traditions.
In Maine, he sampled blueberry pie, his huge furry hands covered in sticky sweetness.
In Vermont, he tasted maple candy that melted like snowflakes on his tongue.
In Connecticut, he admired handmade crafts and wooden carvings.
In Rhode Island, he slurped clam cakes so quickly that people laughed and clapped.
In New Hampshire, he tried cider donuts, the sugar dusting his fur like snow.
In Massachusetts, he devoured Boston cream pie, leaving a chocolate mustache on his face.
Everywhere he went, people smiled and said, “That’s the best Bigfoot costume I’ve ever seen!”
Bigfoot chuckled to himself. “If only they knew.”
Fairground Rides
Bigfoot had never seen a carnival ride before, and the glowing Ferris wheel called to him like the moon. He carefully squeezed into a car, which creaked under his enormous weight.
As the ride lifted him high above Springfield, Bigfoot’s eyes widened. From up here, he could see the whole fair — the rides spinning like stars, the food stands glowing, and people moving like ants below. He could even see the Connecticut River shimmering in the distance.
“Magnificent,” he whispered.
Next, he tried the merry-go-round. The horse was far too small, but he sat gently, holding the pole while children laughed. “The big hairy guy looks so funny on the carousel!” someone shouted.
Bigfoot just waved, enjoying the music.
Fair Food Frenzy
Of all the wonders at the Big E Fair, none amazed Bigfoot more than the food.
He tried:
Fried dough sprinkled with powdered sugar.
Giant turkey legs he held like drumsticks.
Cotton candy that melted on his tongue like pink clouds.
Corn dogs that he ate three at a time.
Maple milkshakes that made his eyes sparkle.
People watched in awe. “That guy is really committed to the Bigfoot act,” they whispered as he devoured snack after snack.
Bigfoot patted his full belly. “Best feast ever,” he sighed.
Animals and Exhibits
The agricultural exhibits fascinated Bigfoot. He saw prize-winning cows, sheep, and goats, all brushed until their coats gleamed. He even entered a tent where farmers showed off giant pumpkins as big as he was!
Bigfoot gently petted a horse, who sniffed him curiously but didn’t shy away. Animals seemed to sense he was no threat. Children crowded around, asking, “Can we take a picture with the Bigfoot guy?”
Soon, Bigfoot was the star of the livestock barn, posing with sheep and pigs as cameras flashed.
The Parade
The fair’s daily parade brought marching bands, floats, and performers. Bigfoot decided to join in. He lumbered behind a float decorated with giant ears of corn, waving to the crowd.
“Look at the Bigfoot costume!” people cheered, tossing him popcorn and waving signs. Some kids even chanted, “Big-foot! Big-foot!”
Bigfoot felt proud. For once, instead of hiding in the woods, he could walk openly, surrounded by laughter instead of fear.
Fireworks Over Springfield
As night fell, fireworks lit up the sky above the fairgrounds. Red, gold, and green sparks rained down, reflecting in Bigfoot’s wide eyes. He sat on the grass, children around him, all gazing upward together.
“This is the greatest night of my life,” Bigfoot whispered.
For the first time, he felt not like a cryptid hiding from humanity, but part of a community — part of a celebration.
Back to the Woods
When the fair ended, Bigfoot returned to his forest. His belly was full, his heart even fuller. He knew he’d carry the memory of Springfield, Massachusetts, and the Big E Fair forever.
And sometimes, on quiet nights, the wind through the trees almost sounded like carnival music, reminding him that the world of humans wasn’t so scary after all.
